Question 1: What happened during Oulipost that you didn’t expect? What are the best (or worst) moments for you?
I rediscovered how much fun writing poetry can be, how almost anything can be rendered poetic, how evocative two randomly selected words can be when put side by side, the way your brain creates connections and connotations, how much meaning and impact can be contained in just one word.
There were moments of self-doubt, when a poem that was meaningful to me didn’t seem to translate to others. And then when others did like something I wrote, I almost felt as if I were being praised for something I didn’t really do, since it was found poetry. But thinking of found poetry as collage, which I do consider a valid art form, helped me get over that insecurity.
Question 3: What does your street look like?
The block right after the one where the sidewalk ends.
Question 4: Who is your spirit Oulipostian?
Massimo Soranzio, because he has the coolest name.
Question 5: What are the top three poems you wrote during this project?
Untitled (Lescurean Permutation {Plain}
Question 2:What questions do you have for your teaspoons?
Is your curved depression an invitation for substances to cling to you and never let go? Is this a metaphor for my own life?
What questions do your teaspoons have for you?
Doesn’t hanging upside down all the time make the blood rush to your head? Or do you like that?
Question 6: What will you do next?
Organize my writing, the various finished and unfinished pieces, start leaving poems and mysterious fragments in public places with a link back here and see if I can finally find my tribe.
